Page 47 of Our Shattered Pieces
“Is that really what you want to say to me after Monday?” I snarled down at her. “Is that all you have to fucking say to me, Molly?”
“Because you thinknowis the time to have this conversation?” she hissed, her eyes darting around for possible intruders.
“Should I wait for you to answer my phone calls, then? Because that doesn’t seem to be working out for me,” I reminded her bitterly.
“Grayson-”
“Talk to me, Molly,” I begged like a fucking pussy. “Just talk to me.”
“Now is not the time,” she repeated.
“Then when!” I roared, not caring that I was behaving like a lunatic at a fundraising event. A fundraising event for children, no less.
“Grayson, stop it!” she whispered-yelled. “Someone could walk in-”
“I don’t care,” I barked.
“Well, I do,” she shot back. “This is my job. My career. My life’s work, Grayson.”
I took her face in my hands, willing to take the hit if it came. “Baby, you’re driving me fucking crazy.” Her face fell, and my hold on her face tightened. “Give me something, Molly. Anything.”
“Grayson, I’m working. I-”
“Molly, please-”
“Molly, we need-oh, shit, I’m…sorry…” I turned to find a tall, willowy brunette, wide-eyed, staring at us. Stepping back, I gave Molly enough room to turn and face whoever this woman was.
“No, it’s okay, Helene,” Molly rushed out. “We were just…we’re done here.”
“Uh, yeah…uh, Mr. Jacobs is looking for you, and I…” She trailed off, the awkwardness of the situation bouncing off the walls.
“Oh, of course,” Molly replied. “I’m…coming.”
“Molly-”
“I have to go,” she said, cutting me off. “Just…go back to your date, Grayson. She’s probably wondering where you’re at.” She quickly made her way across the room, and I was left standing in the room, alone, feeling like a complete fucking moron.
When I finally got back to my table, Darius jerked his chin up, silently asking me if everything was okay, and I threw him a nod, lying my ass off that everything was fine. And then I felt like an ass because I had promised him that I wouldn’t leave his side in an attempt to play it safe.
The rest of the night was spent pretending to give a fuck about something other than Molly, and it sucked. Darius and I also made enough trips to the open bar to be thankful we’d taken a cab here. I’d also made sure to spend most of the night talking with the guys versus Maria and Brandy. Molly had left before I could explain who Brandy was, and I didn’t want her looking over at our table and continue getting the wrong idea.
Three hours later, we all headed out, the guys making sure the girls go into their cars safely before going our separate ways.
Once the cab had dropped Darius off, I had it take me home, so I could pass the fuck out and forget what a shitshow tonight was. Walking into my house, I tossed my suit jacket on the couch, remembering how much I hated doing fancy.
Chapter 35
Molly~
Ihad teased Mystic about being able to drop her children off with her husband in the middle of a workday, so she could have some girl time, but here I was, doing the same thing. Well, not dropping off my kids, but intruding on Lorcan’s day because I was a mess.
A complete fucking mess.
And the most selfish part of it all? I knew Lorcan would be working through the weekend to catch up from his honeymoon last week, and I was still bothering him. Though Lorcan was a workhorse, he’d been cutting back since marrying Rowan, so him working on a Saturday,atthe office no less, was a big deal. And here I was, bothering him with my bullshit.
“Jesus, Molly,” he breathed, “how many times do I have to tell you that you come before my work? You always have, so fucking spill it.”
While I’d had plenty to keep me busy last night, my eyes found themselves searching for Grayson all night long. Lots of times I found him at the bar with one of his friends, but he also spent a lot of time at the table with his entire group. I had also unfortunately noticed them all leaving together, and a part of me had wondered how he could have cornered me in that room while on a date with someone else. Grayson never stuck me as the callous type, but that was rude for anyone.
